Thinking like this, I saw the elder of the Immortal Sect immediately spat on his hand, licked his hair, and wanted to kowtow in respect.

"Li Wuyong, the elder of Xuanzong, the old immortal, pays homage to the Holy Son!!"

The entire Xianxuan Sect suddenly became quiet.

Then all the disciples looked at Elder Li who was kneeling on the ground and was still getting up, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"Um?"

Li Wuyong bowed his head and knelt down, his brows furrowed.

Let me ask.

Is it possible that the Holy Son doesn’t like this way of paying respects?

Then I...change it?

Li Wuyong raised his head and took out his Qiankun bag, "Holy..."

only!!

Where is Ling Xiao's figure in the void?

"Um?"

Li Wuyong looked dull, and a hint of embarrassment gradually emerged in his eyes.

Dad... No! Where did the Holy Son go?

At the foot of Xuansi Mountain, Qin Chu was dressed in sackcloth, with his sword aura rising into the sky.

In front of him, several Shuoyuan tribe's geniuses looked ferocious as they sacrificed their spiritual treasures and smashed them down on Qin Chu's head.

The void rippled and the layers collapsed, as if it could not withstand such an attack.

Can…

Just when those flashing spiritual treasures were about to fall on Qin Chu, a wisp of sword intent suddenly floated between heaven and earth.

"Buzz."

The harsh sword roar resounded loudly, and countless rays of light rose into the sky.
Chapter completed!